No Poem

No thing. No dream. No soul toward phosphorescence. No burn. No black. No come. No home. No yes, no. No do, undo. No sky, holler, hug. No blue. No come back as an ant or a king. No hover over the body until it’s time to let go. No know. No now. -Whitney Hudak…

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Burningword Literary Journal is an international quarterly publication focusing on emerging and established writers of poetry, short fiction, short nonfiction, and photographic artists. Burningword has been published continuously since June 2000.